Working through the 227 Rules For Monks.
Who knew the simple life could be so complex.
The Best
‘you will be my third today’
he was proud of his virility
‘I save the best for last’
I wasn’t interested in being his best
‘you have a nice ass’
not that I thought he was
anything more than a fun fuck
but to hear of his conquests
wasn’t impressing or arousing me
we’d met on line
he was a 30 something
whose nickname was blktop4u
blk meaning black
it started with him messaging me
I had glanced at his profile
even though there was no pic
it laid out the facts honestly
the first time we hooked up
I didn’t expect him to show
but he did
he was as he claimed to be
though his profile
didn’t say he needed to fuck
three times a day
that fact didn’t come out for a year
we’d meet every month or so
I’d hear about his background
but he was so fearful of identity theft
we could only make contact
via the dating site
no cell phone
no email
sometimes longish text chats
on the site
then he’d show up
as arranged
until one day he didn’t
he contacted me two days later
to explain
he’d had a better offer
in a deluxe condo
so my interest changed
next time we chatted
and he was so keen to play
I declined
I declined another two times
then said sure come on over
but if you’re a no show
it’s no go ever again
things were okay
for another year or so
but I began to discount
everything he told me
there was no truth
in the shifting life of a man
wouldn’t even tell me his name
okay until he told me
‘you will be my third today’
‘I save the best for last’
I declined to be part of his body count
said no
he asked why
I replied
you can’t always get what you want
then blocked him
because he wasn’t the best
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